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　　I wondered to myself why no one else had seen him standing so far away,

　　before he was suddenly, impossibly saving my life. With chagrin, I

　　realized the probable cause — no one else was as aware of Edward as I

　　always was. No one else watched him the way I did. How pitiful.

　　Edward was never surrounded by crowds of curious bystanders eager for his

　　firsthand account. People avoided him as usual. The Cullens and the Hales

　　sat at the same table as always, not eating, talking only among

　　themselves. None of them, especially Edward, glanced my way anymore.

　　When he sat next to me in class, as far from me as the table would allow,

　　he seemed totally unaware of my presence. Only now and then, when his

　　fists would suddenly ball up — skin stretched even whiter over the bones

　　— did I wonder if he wasn't quite as oblivious as he appeared.

　　He wished he hadn't pulled me from the path of Tyler's van — there was no

　　other conclusion I could come to.

　　I wanted very much to talk to him, and the day after the accident I

　　tried. The last time I'd seen him, outside the ER, we'd both been so

　　furious. I still was angry that he wouldn't trust me with the truth, even

　　though I was keeping my part of the bargain flawlessly. But he had in

　　fact saved my life, no matter how he'd done it. And, overnight, the heat

　　of my anger faded into awed gratitude.

　　He was already seated when I got to Biology, looking straight ahead. I

　　sat down, expecting him to turn toward me. He showed no sign that he

　　realized I was there.

　　"Hello, Edward," I said pleasantly, to show him I was going to behave

　　myself.

　　He turned his head a fraction toward me without meeting my gaze, nodded

　　once, and then looked the other way.

　　And that was the last contact I'd had with him, though he was there, a

　　foot away from me, every day. I watched him sometimes, unable to stop

　　myself— from a distance, though, in the cafeteria or parking lot. I

　　watched as his golden eyes grew perceptibly darker day by day. But in

　　class I gave no more notice that he existed than he showed toward me. I

　　

　　was miserable. And the dreams continued.

　　Despite my outright lies, the tenor of my e-mails alerted Renée to my

　　depression, and she called a few times, worried. I tried to convince her

　　it was just the weather that had me down.

　　Mike, at least, was pleased by the obvious coolness between me and my lab

　　partner. I could see he'd been worried that Edward's daring rescue might

　　have impressed me, and he was relieved that it seemed to have the

　　opposite effect. He grew more confident, sitting on the edge of my table

　　to talk before Biology class started, ignoring Edward as completely as he

　　ignored us.

　　The snow washed away for good after that one dangerously icy day. Mike

　　was disappointed he'd never gotten to stage his snowball fight, but

　　pleased that the beach trip would soon be possible. The rain continued

　　heavily, though, and the weeks passed.

　　Jessica made me aware of another event looming on the horizon — she

　　called the first Tuesday of March to ask my permission to invite Mike to

　　the girls' choice spring dance in two weeks.

　　"Are you sure you don't mind… you weren't planning to ask him?" she

　　persisted when I told her I didn't mind in the least.

　　"No, Jess, I'm not going," I assured her. Dancing was glaringly outside

　　my range of abilities.

　　"It will be really fun." Her attempt to convince me was halfhearted. I

　　suspected that Jessica enjoyed my inexplicable popularity more than my

　　actual company.

　　"You have fun with Mike," I encouraged.

　　The next day, I was surprised that Jessica wasn't her usual gushing self

　　in Trig and Spanish. She was silent as she walked by my side between

　　classes, and I was afraid to ask her why. If Mike had turned her down, I

　　was the last person she would want to tell.

　　My fears were strengthened during lunch when Jessica sat as far from Mike

　　as possible, chatting animatedly with Eric. Mike was unusually quiet.

　　Mike was still quiet as he walked me to class, the uncomfortable look on

　　his face a bad sign. But he didn't broach the subject until I was in my

　　seat and he was perched on my desk. As always, I was electrically aware

　　of Edward sitting close enough to touch, as distant as if he were merely

　　an invention of my imagination.

　　"So," Mike said, looking at the floor, "Jessica asked me to the spring

　　dance."

　　"That's great." I made my voice bright and enthusiastic. "You'll have a

　　lot of fun with Jessica."

　　"Well…" He floundered as he examined my smile, clearly not happy with my

　　response. "I told her I had to think about it."

　　"Why would you do that?" I let disapproval color my tone, though I was

　　relieved he hadn't given her an absolute no.

　　His face was bright red as he looked down again. Pity shook my resolve.

　　"I was wondering if… well, if you might be planning to ask me."

　　I paused for a moment, hating the wave of guilt that swept through me.

　　But I saw, from the corner of my eye, Edward's head tilt reflexively in

　　my direction.

　　"Mike, I think you should tell her yes," I said.

　　"Did you already ask someone?" Did Edward notice how Mike's eyes

　　flickered in his direction?

　　

　　"No," I assured him. "I'm not going to the dance at all."

　　"Why not?" Mike demanded.

　　I didn't want to get into the safety hazards that dancing presented, so I

　　quickly made new plans.

　　"I'm going to Seattle that Saturday," I explained. I needed to get out of

　　town anyway — it was suddenly the perfect time to go.

　　"Can't you go some other weekend?"

　　"Sorry, no," I said. "So you shouldn't make Jess wait any longer — it's

　　rude."

　　"Yeah, you're right," he mumbled, and turned, dejected, to walk back to

　　his seat. I closed my eyes and pressed my fingers to my temples, trying

　　to push the guilt and sympathy out of my head. Mr. Banner began talking.

　　I sighed and opened my eyes.

　　And Edward was staring at me curiously, that same, familiar edge of

　　frustration even more distinct now in his black eyes.

　　I stared back, surprised, expecting him to look quickly away. But instead

　　he continued to gaze with probing intensity into my eyes. There was no

　　question of me looking away. My hands started to shake.

　　"Mr. Cullen?" the teacher called, seeking the answer to a question that I

　　hadn't heard.

　　"The Krebs Cycle," Edward answered, seeming reluctant as he turned to

　　look at Mr. Banner.

　　I looked down at my book as soon as his eyes released me, trying to find

　　my place. Cowardly as ever, I shifted my hair over my right shoulder to

　　hide my face. I couldn't believe the rush of emotion pulsing through me —

　　just because he'd happened to look at me for the first time in a

　　half-dozen weeks. I couldn't allow him to have this level of influence

　　over me. It was pathetic. More than pathetic, it was unhealthy.

　　I tried very hard not to be aware of him for the rest of the hour, and,

　　since that was impossible, at least not to let him know that I was aware

　　of him. When the bell rang at last, I turned my back to him to gather my

　　things, expecting him to leave immediately as usual.

　　"Bella?" His voice shouldn't have been so familiar to me, as if I'd known

　　the sound of it all my life rather than for just a few short weeks.

　　I turned slowly, unwillingly. I didn't want to feel what I knew I would

　　feel when I looked at his too-perfect face. My expression was wary when I

　　finally turned to him; his expression was unreadable. He didn't say

　　anything.

　　"What? Are you speaking to me again?" I finally asked, an unintentional

　　note of petulance in my voice.

　　His lips twitched, fighting a smile. "No, not really," he admitted.

　　I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly through my nose, aware that I was

　　gritting my teeth. He waited.

　　"Then what do you want, Edward?" I asked, keeping my eyes closed; it was

　　easier to talk to him coherently that way.

　　"I'm sorry." He sounded sincere. "I'm being very rude, I know. But it's

　　better this way, really."

　　I opened my eyes. His face was very serious.

　　"I don't know what you mean," I said, my voice guarded.

　　

　　"It's better if we're not friends," he explained. "Trust me."

　　My eyes narrowed. I'd heard that before.

　　"It's too bad you didn't figure that out earlier," I hissed through my

　　teeth. "You could have saved yourself all this regret."

　　"Regret?" The word, and my tone, obviously caught him off guard. "Regret

　　for what?"

　　"For not just letting that stupid van squish me."

　　He was astonished. He stared at me in disbelief.

　　When he finally spoke, he almost sounded mad. "You think I regret saving

　　your life?"

　　"I know you do," I snapped.

　　"You don't know anything." He was definitely mad.

　　I turned my head sharply away from him, clenching my jaw against all the

　　wild accusations I wanted to hurl at him. I gathered my books together,

　　then stood and walked to the door. I meant to sweep dramatically out of

　　the room, but of course I caught the toe of my boot on the door jamb and

　　dropped my books. I stood there for a moment, thinking about leaving

　　them. Then I sighed and bent to pick them up. He was there; he'd already

　　stacked them into a pile. He handed them to me, his face hard.

　　"Thank you," I said icily.

　　His eyes narrowed.

　　"You're welcome," he retorted.

　　I straightened up swiftly, turned away from him again, and stalked off to

　　Gym without looking back.

　　Gym was brutal. We'd moved on to basketball. My team never passed me the

　　ball, so that was good, but I fell down a lot. Sometimes I took people

　　with me. Today I was worse than usual because my head was so filled with

　　Edward. I tried to concentrate on my feet, but he kept creeping back into

　　my thoughts just when I really needed my balance.

　　It was a relief, as always, to leave. I almost ran to the truck; there

　　were just so many people I wanted to avoid. The truck had suffered only

　　minimal damage in the accident. I'd had to replace the taillights, and if

　　I'd had a real paint job, I would have touched that up. Tyler's parents

　　had to sell their van for parts.

　　I almost had a stroke when I rounded the corner and saw a tall, dark

　　figure leaning against the side of my truck. Then I realized it was just

　　Eric. I started walking again.

　　"Hey, Eric," I called.

　　"Hi, Bella."

　　"What's up?" I said as I was unlocking the door. I wasn't paying

　　attention to the uncomfortable edge in his voice, so his next words took

　　me by surprise.

　　"Uh, I was just wondering… if you would go to the spring dance with me?"

　　His voice broke on the last word.

　　"I thought it was girls' choice," I said, too startled to be diplomatic.

　　"Well, yeah," he admitted, shamefaced.

　　I recovered my composure and tried to make my smile warm. "Thank you for

　　asking me, but I'm going to be in Seattle that day."

　　

　　"Oh," he said. "Well, maybe next time."

　　"Sure," I agreed, and then bit my lip. I wouldn't want him to take that

　　too literally.

　　He slouched off, back toward the school. I heard a low chuckle.

　　Edward was walking past the front of my truck, looking straight forward,

　　his lips pressed together. I yanked the door open and jumped inside,

　　slamming it loudly behind me. I revved the engine deafeningly and

　　reversed out into the aisle. Edward was in his car already, two spaces

　　down, sliding out smoothly in front of me, cutting me off. He stopped

　　there — to wait for his family; I could see the four of them walking this

　　way, but still by the cafeteria. I considered taking out the rear of his

　　shiny Volvo, but there were too many witnesses. I looked in my rearview

　　mirror. A line was beginning to form. Directly behind me, Tyler Crowley

　　was in his recently acquired used Sentra, waving. I was too aggravated to

　　acknowledge him.

　　While I was sitting there, looking everywhere but at the car in front of

　　me, I heard a knock on my passenger side window. I looked over; it was

　　Tyler. I glanced back in my rearview mirror, confused. His car was still

　　running, the door left open. I leaned across the cab to crank the window

　　down. It was stiff. I got it halfway down, then gave up.

　　"I'm sorry, Tyler, I'm stuck behind Cullen." I was annoyed — obviously

　　the holdup wasn't my fault.

　　"Oh, I know — I just wanted to ask you something while we're trapped

　　here." He grinned.

　　This could not be happening.

　　"Will you ask me to the spring dance?" he continued.

　　"I'm not going to be in town, Tyler." My voice sounded a little sharp. I

　　had to remember it wasn't his fault that Mike and Eric had already used

　　up my quota of patience for the day.

　　"Yeah, Mike said that," he admitted.

　　"Then why —"

　　He shrugged. "I was hoping you were just letting him down easy."

　　Okay, it was completely his fault.

　　"Sorry, Tyler," I said, working to hide my irritation. "I really am going

　　out of town."

　　"That's cool. We still have prom."

　　And before I could respond, he was walking back to his car. I could feel

　　the shock on my face. I looked forward to see Alice, Rosalie, Emmett, and

　　Jasper all sliding into the Volvo. In his rearview mirror, Edward's eyes

　　were on me. He was unquestionably shaking with laughter, as if he'd heard

　　every word Tyler had said. My foot itched toward the gas pedal… one

　　little bump wouldn't hurt any of them, just that glossy silver paint job.

　　I revved the engine.